Akashic Field Meditation: Walking into My Inner Palace

Today’s meditation didn’t feel like “just a meditation.”It felt like stepping back into a dimension I have known for a very long time.

Because I’ve been meditating for years, it’s easy now for me to slip into this other dimension—the dimension of the soul.

When I close my eyes and drop in, I don’t just relax.

I move into a place where I feel directly connected to God, to my soul, to my intuition, as if a doorway opens and I suddenly have double access: one part of me here in my body, one part of me in a higher field.

What made today different was what I asked for. With my dog barking beside me in ordinary reality, I asked to access and channel from God, to enter a higher field so I could really see what is waiting for me.

I wanted to step fully into the Akashic field—the place where my soul’s timelines and memories are held—and ask to be shown more of who I truly am.

As I crossed that threshold, I found myself in front of a great structure: a dome or a palace with a golden circle on top.

I knew this wasn’t a random building.

It felt like an inner temple, a hall of records, a sacred library where ancient wisdom lives.

As I walked in, I felt I was accessing my record, walking into the space where my soul’s story is written.

Then Cleopatra appeared.

I didn’t see her as a distant historical figure.

I saw myself walking as Cleopatra.

I had my brown hair, not the classic black wig, and I wore golden pieces in my hair, with black, blue, and gold flowing around me.

It was like I was remembering myself in another form—queen, priestess, goddess—all at once.

I could feel the energy of sovereignty, beauty, and power, but it wasn’t about ego.

It was about belonging there.

Inside the palace or dome, I saw a lot of writing on the walls.

Egyptian writing, or something that felt very old and sacred. Rows and rows of symbols and scripts, like a living archive of mystery teachings.

I knew I was not just visiting a pretty image; I was walking inside a place of knowledge that my soul recognizes from beyond this lifetime.

Cleopatra’s presence in this space spoke to me in many layers.

She could be a queen, a goddess, a keeper of wisdom across time and space. She might represent the part of me that remembers how to hold power with devotion, how to stand in my own royalty without losing my heart.

She might be the priestess in me who knows how to move through temples, read symbols, and bridge the invisible and the visible worlds.

More than anything, she felt like a mirror.

A way for my soul to say:You belong in this palace of the Akashic field.

You carry ancient knowledge.

You are allowed to walk as a queen in your own life.

All of this happened while, in another layer of reality, my dog was still barking next to me.

That is the strange and beautiful part of living with double access: being fully here in the human world, and at the same time walking through golden domes, reading ancient walls, and meeting Cleopatra in the halls of your own soul.

In the Akashic Field meditation, you usually access your record.

There is a record of your soul.

It’s called the Akashic Record.

When I enter the Akashic field and I step into the temple or the palace, I usually go in and access my record.

My Akashic record.

That’s what I did today too. I reached for my book, my record, the golden volume that is mine.

But my dog was barking so loud.

I couldn’t really do anything with it. There is this strange place in between: I had taken my book, but I couldn’t stay long enough to ask, “What do I do with this book?” I couldn’t just relax and let what needed to flow, flow.

When you are meditating, you don’t want to force things.You want things to come to you.You don’t think too much.

In real life, everyone wants you to think and think.

In meditation, you are asked to let go. And here I was, with my dog barking, my mind trying to think and not think, trying not to force the meditation, and not quite able to surrender the way I usually do.

So I asked God:Channel through me.Help me see why I am here this time.

I couldn’t do much with my Akashic Record in that moment, so I had to put it back. But when I put it back, I placed it on the high shelf, with the other golden books. And that’s when something came through me very clearly—almost like a title, almost like a code:

"The seventh dimension of healing".

That phrase arrived as I was putting the book back. And with it came the knowing: this is the book I need to write.

This is the work I came here to anchor. It felt like God was telling me, “This is the time for you to write your book. So you can acknowledge and ignite people about your method and what you have learned through your life. So you can help families understand how the reflexes and the nervous system work.”

I left the meditation with my dog still barking, with ordinary life still happening around me. But inside, I knew I had just touched my golden record again.

I had walked into the palace, met my own queenly self, reached for my Akashic book, and heard a new name for the dimension of healing I am here to offer.

I may have put the book back on the high shelf for now.But I know exactly where it is.And I know it is waiting for me to bring it down, one page at a time, into this world.